Friday, December 18, 2015

God in a bag

God will not be contained.

Sometimes we think
We have God in a bag,
A reusable bag,
Of course.
We can take him anywhere;
We can take her
We can shop the shelves
Of the finest store
With mangoes and kiwis.
We can shop
The local store
Which carries mostly things
Like Spaghettios.
When we look in our bag
God is not there
God was never there
And of course
God was always there,
Nestled among the mangoes and kiwis
And Spaghettios.
We bring God home
In our reusable bag
And find
She is already there,
At home.
He is already there,
At home.

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